Right now, nothing has to die.

As the afternoon turns to evening Little Rommel's group of fighters find themselves the victors of a battle in a deserted village.

Who knows why the battle even happened. Maybe they accidentally ran into government forces while passing through the area? Maybe it has the only freshwater well in the area and an ambush was set up for her and her troops by the Army? Perhaps Little Rommel found out the Army was caching arms and equipment in the village and she decided on a shopping trip? Maybe it is one of her base of operations?

All I know is that after the shooting has stopped. The wounded have been treated. The dead have been buried. On both sides. She's wandered away from her men and is now dwelling on questions that leaders like her have to considered.

Should she and her troops stay here for the night and rest or move out immediately? Did the enemy get a transmission off before being neutralized? Can the wounded be moved yet or will they even make it to the morning? How much ammo do her troops have? Will they have enough water to reach their next objective? Should they change their objectives in light of this battle?

With all this on her mind, she is suddenly visited by this small brightly colored bird. She just stares at it. In the midst all of this desolate land is a bright splash of living color. It stares at her for a moment then in a flurry of wings and notes it flies off into the setting sun, and once again our Little Rommel is alone. Better go check on her men.